After his talk with Kurt and much need revelation, Blaine decided that he wanted to talk to dad. He wanted to try to repair their relationship. Up until coming out, he had been a good father. With his mom in the mental institution, his dad was all that he had as a child. Tomorrow Blaine would try to accomplish his new goal, but tonight he had to worry about the mental state of his boyfriend. The intern exam was coming fast and Kurt wasn't doing well with the stress.
Last night Blaine had woken up and found that Kurt was no longer next to him in bed. He pulled back the covers and stood up before walking into the living room. He found Kurt, surrounded by multiple books, papers and flashcards. "Kurt, what are you still doing up?" Blaine asked.
"I have to study." Kurt told him not bothering to look up from the flashcard he was reading. "We only have so many hours after work."
"Yes, and those should be used for sleeping." Blaine retorted. "You're going to be exhausted tomorrow. Come back to bed with me."
"Just one last question." Kurt told him. Blaine walked over and took the card from his hands.
"No, bedtime." Blaine told him as he lifted Kurt up from the couch and led him towards the bedroom. They both flopped into bed and Kurt snuggled up next to Blaine, but he wasn't falling asleep. 'Stop thinking about the test and go to sleep." Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt's neck.
"What if I fail?" Kurt asked.
"You won't." Blaine reassured him. "You are an amazing, bright doctor who is going to pass and become a resident. Now, go to sleep. We have to get up in about three hours."
"Fine." Kurt said as he closed his eyes and snuggled in closer to Blaine's chest. The next morning, they got up, both very tired, and went into work. Cooper met them at rounds and assigned their patients for the day. Blaine got a 50 year old man with a tumor in his liver. They were trying to remove it today. But before he did anything, Blaine wanted to talk to his father. He walked down to his father's office and knocked on the door before going in.
"Dad...umm Chief?" Blaine said correcting himself. "Can I come in?"
"Does this have anything to do with a patient?" his father asked.
"No… I just wanted to talk to you." Blaine said.
"This is work time." Blaine's father told him harshly.
"I really need you to listen me dad." Blaine insisted. "I miss...talking to you. For the first part of my life, you and Cooper were all I had. I just don't understand why you can get past me being gay and be my dad again.
"I didn't raise you this way." Blaine father spat out.
"No! Of course you didn't because I didn't choose this!" Blaine said. "I am still the man you raised. I was always like this, except for the fact that I'm happy now. I have someone who loves me."
"Get out Blaine." his father roared. "Get out!" Blaine left the room and walked to the nearest on-call room. He was so angry that he turned towards the wall and punched it. His recoiled his hand and held his chest, his knuckles already bruising. He took a deep breath and cradled his hand for a moment before shaking it off. He still had a patient to see. He walked down to his patients room where an older man lay in the bed. His teenage son sat in the corner, his feet on his father's bed as he stared at his phone.
"Hi, Mr. Adams." Blaine said when he walked in.
"Charlie, you can call me Charlie." the man said. "This is my son Jaime."
"Hi Jaime." Blaine said to the boy, but he didn't answer.
"Jaime, you're being rude. The doctor said hello." his father scolded.
"Fine. Hello doctor that I don't really care about whose hair looks like helmet of gel." Jaime replied before looking back down at his phone.
"I'm sorry." Charlie replied. "teenagers."
"No it's okay." Blaine said. "I'm here to get you prepped for your tumor resection."
"Okay," Charlie said with a smile. Blaine prepped him for his surgery and then began to wheel him down to the OR.
"Jaime, do you want to say goodbye to your dad?" Blaine asked.
"Sure, bye." Jaime said.
"I love you buddy." Charlie said as he laid his hand over his son's. Jaime flinched and pulled away. He muttered a quiet, "bye," before walking away and sitting down on a nearby couch. Blaine frowned for a moment before wheeling him towards the OR.
"He's been like that since his mother died. I know that he loves me. He just has a hard time showing affection anymore. He's a good boy and he's smart. I'm proud of him no matter what he thinks." Charlie said. Blaine nodded.
"I'm sure he is." Blaine said. He and another doctor lifted Charlie onto the table. "Now count backwards from ten for me and we'll make sure that you can tell your son how proud you are of him."
"10...9...8…" Charlie counted before his eyes closed and he went unconscious. The surgeons then began to dissect the tumor. It was going well until Charlie started to bleed out. They couldn't find the bleed and almost instantly his heart monitor settled on a steady long beep. There was nothing that they could do. Charlie was gone. While the other surgeons closed Charlie back up, Blaine went out to talk to Jaime. He walked back out to the waiting room and sat down next to him.
"Where's my dad?" Jaime asked.
"Jaime...there were some complications." Blaine began. "Your dad started bleeding in his abdomen and his heart flat lined. Im sorry. We did all that we could."
"No. He was supposed to be fine." Jaime said tears in his eyes. "You did this. You killed him."
"Jaime, I'm-" Blaine began.
"No, just don't talk to me." He cried before running away from Blaine. Blaine placed his head in his hands. He felt so badly for this boy. He was an orphan now. He'd go and find him later. For now, he'd just give him some time to grieve. Blaine walked down to the pit and found Kurt.
"Hey," Kurt said with smile. "What's wrong?" he asked recognizing the sadness on Blaine's face.
"I just lost a patient." Blaine sighed. "His son ran away...somewhere. I have to find him."
"Is that all?" Kurt asked.
"I talked to my dad. He wouldn't even listen to me." Blaine said softly. Kurt grabbed his hand and gently brushed his thumb across Blaine's knuckles.
"I'm between patients." Kurt told him. "Let's go talk." He led Blaine to the on-call room and they sat down on a bed together and talked for a while. Time passed quickly and before they knew it, two hours had passed.
"We better get back to work." Kurt told him.
"You're right." Blaine said. He and Kurt stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. They were about to open the door when a gunshot ran through the building.
"What the hell was that?" Kurt breathed out, his fingernail digging into Blaine's arm.
"A gunshot." Blaine said quietly. He looked out the window of the door. People were running and screaming. From down the hallway, he could see a man with a gun. Except the person with the gun wasn't a man. He was a boy. It was Jaime.
"It's my patient's son." Blaine whispered to Kurt. "I need to talk to him."
"No, it's too dangerous. I'm not letting you go out there." Kurt said.
"People are going to get hurt if I don't." Blaine insisted. "I'm going. Stay here where I know you're safe."
"Blaine, no…" Kurt begged. Blaine kissed him on the lips and then left. He walked down the hallway where Jaime was.
"Jaime?" Blaine called out. Jaime stopped and turned around.
"You." He growled out. "I was looking for you."
"This. Revenge isn't going to make you feel better." Blaine told him.
"How do you know?" Jaime insisted. "My father is dead! Someone is responsible."
"Yes, someone is. His cancer." Blaine insisted. "Your father wouldn't want you to throw your life away. He was proud of you."
"No, he wasn't." Jaime yelled back.
"He was. He told me." Blaine replied. "He loved you Jaime. He loved you and he was proud of you. Please, Jaime, put the gun down. Please."
"No." Jaime said. He pulled back the trigger and Blaine braced himself for what was about to happen. A shot rang out and Blaine closed his eyes and waited for the pain to consume him, but it didn't. When he opened then back up, his father was lying on the floor writhing in pain. Blood pooled around Blaine's feet from the gunshot wound in his father's chest.